บททั้งหมดของ Master of Her Sins: บทที่ 61 - บทที่ 62

BelaIT WAS four in the morning, and the darkness inside my narrow pantry room was absolute.I lay awake on my small, stiff cot, staring up at the shadow-draped ceiling. My body still ached from the terrifying, public madness of the last two days—from the suffocating tension at the opera house to the burning parchment of Alejandro’s invitation resting on the dining table.Outside my door, the quiet penthouse felt like a bomb waiting for the lit fuse to reach the powder.A faint sound broke the silence.The brass lock clicked softly. The heavy wooden door swung open without a whisper, revealing a tall, broad frame silhouetted against the dim hallway light.Seb stepped inside.He had stripped off his suit coat and tie. His white dress shirt was unbuttoned halfway down his chest, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, revealing his tanned, muscular forearms.In his right hand, he carried a small silver bowl of warm water and a soft white cloth.My heart slammed into my ribs. Panic surged t